Why am I hiding behind a dumpster at the Gas-N-Go in my pajamas, spying on Will?
A month ago I was America’s favorite TV relationships expert…
Now? I’m the loser facing a major scandal, whose catastrophic love life is splashed across TMZ, social media, and every gossip show and supermarket tabloid — all because I got dumped by my husband on national TV. For a reality TV star. And that’s not even the worst part.
Now, I’m scrambling to un-shamble my life, make a comeback, and salvage what’s left of my heart and my career — which is constantly complicated by the fact that I keep publicly screwing up (on camera, no less), my publicist is advising me to do some (let’s say questionable) stuff to get my career back on track, and most of all, because I can’t tell if my insanely sexy divorce attorney Holt is flirting with me, or just giving me legal advice.
It definitely feels like flirting.
Like, the best flirting of my entire life — the kind that makes all your parts tingle, not just your toes.
Is that a bad thing? Yeah, it is — because if I fall for him, we’ll both be torpedoing our careers, not to mention everything else that really matters to me.
It’s just so hard to stop…